It will shine and it will shudder
As I guide it with my rudder
On its metalled ways
It will cut the night before it
As it leaves the day that saw it
On its metalled ways
Nobody passes us in the deep quiet of the dark sky
Nobody sees us alone out here among the stars
In these metal ways
In these metal days.
Through a fault of our designing
We are lost among the windings
Of these metal ways
Back to silence back to minus
With the purple sky behind us
In these metal ways
Nobody hears us when we're alone in the blue future
No one receiving the radio's splintered waves
In these metal ways
In these metal days

Backwater
We’re sailing at the edges of time
Backwater
We’re drifting at the waterline
Oh we’re floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porter’s daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do
And the shorter of the porter’s daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe

Black water
There were six of us but now we are five
We’re all talking
To keep the conversation alive
There was a senator from Ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it on to a Turkish guru

His daughter
Was slated for becoming divine
He taught her
He taught her how to split and define
But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line
So it’s much more realistic
To abandon such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine

Here he comes the boy who tried to vanish to the future or the past
Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes
Here he comes he floated away and as he rose above reason
He rose above the clouds he was seven feet high
Here he comes the night is like a glove and he’s floating like a dove
That catches the wind in the deep blue sky
Here he comes the boy who tried to vanish to another time
Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes

Here he comes here he comes
Here he comes the boy who tried to vanish to another place
Sees us following him all one at a time
Here he comes and we’re checking out each others supplies
And looking at the eyes of all the others standing in the line
Here he comes the night is like a glove and he’s floating like a dove
With his deep blue eyes in the deep blue sky
Here he comes the boy who tried to vanish to the future or the past
Is no longer alone among the dragonflies
Here he comes here he comes

Spider and I
Sit watching the sky
On our world without sound.
We knit a web
to catch one tiny fly
For our world without sound.
We sleep in the mornings,
We dream of a ship that sails away,
A thousand miles away.